I am gifted and have the power of the unexpected.
You don’t beleive me? With this power I am aflicted.
I go out to get breakfast,
and end up in Texus.
Went to buy my Grandpa a cane,
And ended up with three airplanes!
I get a invitaion and am unwelcome.
I pay a speeding ticket and am confused for a fellon.
Last thanksgiving my paster came for turkey,
and then declared me most trustworthy.
Please, you’ve got to help me.
Yesterday, I lost the church key.
I really don’t mean to be unrealiable
and I know I look unjustifyable.
But soon I’m bound to end up anywhere!
Or headed to a city, might be eaten by a bear!
To prove my point why don’t you look at the title of this poem.
Now scroll up while I come up with something that rymes with poem.
Is it hunters or houses or something unreliable?
Is it cats or bats or something incomprehensible?
I think my tired and weary self is ready to give up
on my terrible no good very rotten luck.
Who knows I might end up thunderstruck or with a cotton rug or a baby duck or a new pickup.
Oh I quite like that last one.
Is this game really quite done?
Maybe if I expect bad things, like slings or stings or a broken shoe string.
Perhaps fate could give me pretty rings, or chicken wings or Martin Luther King.